Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 894 Dead end, desperate situation

   Enemy forces have appeared on the horizon.

  If it’s a sunny day and they’re at the same altitude, then the other person’s appearance on the horizon means that they’re… only five kilometers away.

   This distance is almost instantaneous for the Army's mechanized troops.

   Nearly six hours have passed since the time-traveling battle.

  The sky was getting brighter, which was originally a dawn symbolizing hope, but now it brought bad news to Qingchen...

   Besieged on all sides.

Qing Chen murmured behind Boss He's back: "Boss He, I'm afraid we are going to be brothers and sisters. I was planning in my mind just now to designate a cemetery for you on Whale Island. Then you can take a look at Kyushu and Kunlun." , The development of Time Traveler Academy, this prosperous world is as you wished. Now it seems that it has been as we both wished..."

  At this moment, Qing Chen has been killed for six full hours, the knight cloud energy is used up, the power bank is on CD, the lightning fluid in his body is squandered, and the puppets controlled are dead.

  Only the silhouette is alive and standing beside him.

   Now, there are many enemies again...

   How can this be reasoned!

  He looked around, but just as soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in the three ribs that were broken by the Duke of Silver.

  It hurts unbearably to move a little.

  In the event of a fracture, the first time the fracture does not hurt much, the brain will even generate self-protection signals to block the pain.

  However, when the self-protection time of a few minutes is over and the brain judges that you cannot die, it will completely let go of the pain and make you grin your teeth in pain.

  Qing Chen took a deep breath. He felt that there were three broken bones under his ribs, and he felt like being stabbed with three sharp knives if he moved casually.

  If he hadn't had the dragon fish to bless his bones, I'm afraid the previous kick would have killed him.

"It's really leaking and it's raining at night, Boss He," Qing Chen didn't know what was wrong with him, he just felt very lonely alone in this battlefield, and always wanted to talk to someone, he didn't even care what the other party would do will not answer.

   has reached a desperate situation.

  Qing Chen also failed to think of any good way to break through.

  He doesn't even know what to do to survive.

  He just made a serious promise to Boss He behind him: "I will take you home."

  The knight promised a thousand gold.

  The next moment, Qing Chen carefully analyzed the distribution of the enemy forces.

   It is absolutely impossible to go to the east. There is the royal air fleet over there. There is no way to take these floating airships by yourself.

  The Silver City Group Armies in the west, north, and south are all about the same in number, each with an army field division of nearly 10,000 people.

  The surrounding terrain is open, and only the southwest direction—the forest he killed earlier, has the vision blocked.

  However, the next moment, the enemy drone has seen Qing Chen in the sky...

  Qing Chen originally planned to use the shadow to enter the battlefield, using the powerful method of breaking the formation, to tear a way out for himself.

  As a result, the other party didn't intend to get closer at all.

   However, after discovering Qingchen, the Silver City Group Army immediately deployed an artillery matrix on the spot, and was about to cover the area where Qingchen was located with firepower.

   "Fuck!"

   Qing Chen could no longer care about the pain in his chest, turned around and ran towards the forest in the northwest direction. If he didn't run, he would die!

  But the efficiency of the Silver City Group Army was faster than expected, but a salvo of gunfire was seen on the horizon, and the momentum was astonishing like the roar of dragons and tigers.

   This is the first time Qing Chen has seen that so many artillery salvos fired at the same time, and the opponent directly completed the fire coverage within a five-kilometer radius with three army artillery positions!

   When Qing Chen saw the flames in his peripheral vision, he was already a little numb.

  Because of the differences between the artillery in the eastern and western continents, even if he saw the elevation angle of the muzzle, he couldn't calculate the opponent's ballistic trajectory at all, because he didn't know the amount of gunpowder loaded at all.

  At this time, the shells flew across the distance of several kilometers...

Fight!

   Bet!

  The next moment, Qing Chen put Boss He on the ground, and he actually covered it with his own body, and covered himself with two shadows!

   Cover Boss He tightly!

  Seeing that the hands of the two shadows were deeply inserted into the soil to prevent them from being blown away by the shock wave of the explosion, Qing Chen also stabbed the ground with a blood-red long sword to stabilize his figure.

  At this time, he could only pray that no shells fell right beside him!

  The so-called artillery coverage does not mean dropping shells on every square meter of the coverage area to plow the ground thoroughly.

   Instead, it is necessary to calculate the killing radius of the shell. For example, if the killing radius of a shell is 80 meters, then the shell coverage is one shell every 70-80 meters.

usually.

   Artillery fire coverage is about dropping shells at a distance of 10 meters to 80 meters. The degree of density depends entirely on the lethality of the shells.

   But Qingchen felt that the Silver City Army must hate him to death now, and the artillery fire would definitely be more violent!

  The shells fell.

  In an instant, Qing Chen only felt the ground rumbling and vibrating, and the piercing explosion sounded one after another, leaving only humming in his ears.

   Two shells landed ten meters to his left and right!

  Qing Chen immediately came to a conclusion. The opponent actually used shells with a killing radius of 60 meters to hit an area only 20 meters apart.

  The other party is sending himself on the road in a way that is completely reckless.

   Shrapnel hit the two shadows one by one, the pain was fed back to the host, and Qing Chen almost fainted from the pain.

  At this time, several two-finger-wide shrapnel flew, they got in through the gap protected by the shadow, and were deeply embedded in Qing Chen's legs, waist, and arms.

  The gunfire coverage is too dense, even if there are two shadows to help him block the disaster, it is still impossible to block all the damage.

  Qing Chen only felt a burst of despair.

  However, when the first round of artillery fire paused for a short while, he threw away all distracting thoughts and got up again.

   When he was sure that Boss He's body was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

  Qing Chen gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Boss He, let's go to **** together!"

   While speaking, he picked up He Jinqiu's body while taking advantage of the gap of artillery fire, limped around the crater, and ran another few tens of meters.

  Then repeat the trick again and pounce!

   This time, Qing Chen already had vague parameters. When he observed the elevation angle of the opponent's muzzle, he probably chose a position where the shell hits the center.

   The sound of rumbling artillery fire rang out again, and Qing Chen could no longer hear the sound of the outside world at all.

  He can only feel his own breathing, heartbeat, and tinnitus.

  It was as if the pulse sound of blood flowing through it became very clear.

  After the boiling and noisy round of artillery fire, Qingchen's arms and thighs were once again embedded with more than a dozen fine shrapnel.

   Fortunately, he did calculate the trajectory correctly, and this time the parameters are clearer.

   I'm afraid the commander of the Silver City Army would never have imagined that there are still people in this world who try to survive in the area covered by artillery fire.

  They never imagined that the opponent really survived two rounds of salvo!

  However, when Qing Chen wanted to calculate the trajectory of the shell again, he suddenly found that his surroundings were covered by gunpowder smoke...he couldn't see the elevation angle of the muzzle at all.

  He couldn't see the other party, and the other party couldn't see him.

  But the Silver City Army doesn't care about this, whether they can see it or not, they have to finish firing a base number of ammunition first!

  A base number of ammunition is different for each unit. For example, an automatic rifle has 300 rounds of ammunition, a mortar has 120 shells, and a large-caliber self-propelled artillery has 40 rounds.

   That is to say, if Qing Chen didn't escape, he would have to go through at least forty rounds of the pain just now...

  In theory, after a base salvo of artillery fire, even a demigod should die suddenly in this coverage area.

   Qing Chen can only live if he runs out of this area!

   Otherwise, sooner or later you will be beaten into a sieve!

run!

  When Qing Chen got up again, he felt that his body was not his own anymore.

  Every step he took was a stabbing pain. Muscle fibers and skin tissue rubbed against the sharp metal shrapnel, and every movement would aggravate the damage of the shrapnel to him.

  Actually, he can also use Boss He's body and shadow as a shield for him.

   After all, this is the corpse of a demigod, and the opponent's experimental body must be very resistant to beating.

  Three bodies cover one person, finding a good angle can even avoid shrapnel injuries.

   In this way, the probability of him getting out alive can be increased by at least 5%.

   But for some reason, Qing Chen just didn't want to do this.

  He felt that he might be a little hypocritical, maybe a little unrealistic.

  He didn't know what he was thinking, he just didn't want to do it.

  If it were before, Qing Chen would definitely be the first to laugh at himself now.

   But he suddenly thought.

  After Boss He’s body is revealed to the world, there must be many people attending the memorial service, right? At that time, everyone took turns to present flowers to him, and then took turns to look at Boss He under the glass cover and say goodbye.

  Qing Chen hoped that He Jinqiu at that time would still be as handsome as he is now, at least not with a shrapnel stuck in his face, it would be too ugly.

  Of course, this is all he thought about casually. There are beauticians in funeral homes.

  In the final analysis, he just wanted to bring Boss He home intact.

  For a comrade who died in battle in a foreign country, someone should take him through gunfire and gunpowder smoke, through woods and streams, over mountains and plains, and return to the place where he was born and raised.

  He should be lying in that peaceful world, waiting for the prosperity and prosperity to come.

  The next moment, Qing Chen ran out several tens of meters, crawled again, and then ran out several tens of meters after the artillery fire ceased.

  He has begun to forget the pain, and he has even begun to gradually forget where he is.

  There is only one thing left in my mind, go home.

go home.

  Qingchen got up again and again, and got down again and again, but at this moment, the enemy suddenly adjusted the range of the gun, and a shell happened to land three meters away from him.

  In an instant, even if he and the shadow tried to fix their figures, they were inevitably thrown away by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

   Fortunately, the protagonist helped him block the direct damage in this direction, otherwise he would die miserably on the spot!

  Qing Chen was overturned in the nearby bomb crater, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood... His internal organs were all dislocated.

   But he didn't care about this, and didn't wait for the smoke to clear, and immediately crawled out of the bomb crater to check if Boss He was okay.

  Qing Chen was suddenly relieved, Boss He was intact!

  He smiled hoarsely and said: "Boss He, Boss He, you are lucky!"

  However, Qing Chen's own luck was not so good.

  He looked down, and suddenly saw a piece of shrapnel the size of a palm stuck in his abdomen, and blood gushed out. If the opening was wider, his intestines might flow out.

  At this moment, Qing Chen felt that all thoughts were lost...he couldn't run anymore.

  In fact, once normal people find themselves covered by artillery fire, they will probably just run away blindly, or lie on the ground blindly, waiting for the moment of death.

   But Qing Chen has never been one to admit defeat.

  Even if this is hell.

  Even if he only has a one in ten million chance of survival, he wants to give it a try.

   But the question is, can he continue to try now?

  Do not give up.

   Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up, as long as you lie down here, everything is over.

  Qing Chen suddenly laughed: "Fuck you, you've even killed a demigod, why are you afraid of this?"

  The next second, he actually stood up again, struggling to hug Boss He up again, he gritted his teeth and stood up with a roar.

   Continue to walk forward unsteadily.

   Distant artillery fire flashes, and a new round of artillery fire coverage is coming.

  Qing Chen couldn't calculate the trajectory, he could only gamble with his life.

   "Boss He, let's bet on whether our lives are tough enough! If not, wait for me below, and I'll come right away! Let's go to the Hall of Yama and get our names off the book of life and death!"

  Seeing that they were only 200 meters away from the woods, Qing Chen roared and sprinted wildly. The main shadow and the secondary shadow were guarding him on both sides. He wanted to bet on whether he could rush directly!

   But his life didn't seem to be hard enough, a cannonball flew out of the barrel, and the end of the curved trajectory was Qing Chen's direction.

   There is a cold knowledge.

  When you hear the strange screaming sound of a shell on the battlefield, don’t think about other things, and don’t take chances, the shell is hitting you right.

  Qing Chen heard the scream.

  The cannonball passed through the layers of smoke and fog, and passed through the ending arranged by fate.

  It is often said that before a person dies, he will look back on his life like a revolving lantern. Time is like a freeze frame. Even the **** of death has accommodated you for a few seconds, allowing you to look back suddenly.

   Ke Qingchen didn't look at his life before the age of 17. That life seemed to be shrouded in shadows, and it was only good.

   Nothing to recall.

  Qingchen's revolving lantern started after he was 17 years old.

   It started from Prison 18.

   At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Prison No. 18.

  The place where the dream began.

  He sat opposite Master again just like he did before.

  The cannon that hit the head.

  The fierce soldier who crossed the river.

  Everything seems to be back in place.

Qing Chen said: "Master, I might be dying, thank you. If I hadn't come here to become your apprentice, I'm afraid there won't be so many stories behind. Of course I might die at the age of 18, but it will take more than half a year , is more precious to me than life. Master, I am leaving."

  In his mind, Li Shutong suddenly raised his head and looked at his apprentice seriously: "You can't die."

  Qing Chen: "Huh?"

  The shells are falling!

  Boom!

  …

  There is another chapter at 12 o'clock in the evening

  (end of this chapter)